how can I
ask you to
absolve me

couldn’t stop / himself picking 
his red / lest it
pinken lest / it pale 

was it that / that glance / backward

downward / so evidently / an afterthought   

the body / enacting / its relentless

your lionskin
overcoat

I have the last pack of cigarettes in the world; but no matches. I am in the bedroom, which has an enormous window, so I have to keep my body between the cigarettes and the window. Everybody is in the other room with the matches. I try to think of some disguised way of asking for matches without giving away my secret.

 A man rents two bears. One of the bears wears a little blue fez; on his vest is his name: ‘Bruno.’ The other bear wears a red fez. His vest says ‘Hugo.’ The man takes the bears home with him.

This is why
when air gushes between mountains
we describe the wind

we bolted toward the limits of the earth.
Then fell

Like knives,
the mountains around me sharpen,